- Swiss Transition 歌词
- Vic Santoro Swiss
- Bumping fists to handshakes,
We transitioning
Ghetto living to landscapes
That’s what the vision is
Slang in the streets, switch it up when it’s business
Foreign exchange, certain cheques only speak English
We transitioning, we big boys now
We signing contracts, certain things we avoid now
Raising our children, it’s better we put them toys down
We transitioning, bigger and better goals now
[Vic Santoro]
I know my grandma would be proud of me
Got my motivation from people that always doubted me
Pain really turns into blessings, so in my time of need
I just think back to all the lessons that have grounded me
We had to try angles just to see a square
Circle gets smaller when you’re tryna weigh up these affairs
Coming from a place where the leaders don’t reaffirm
God told me “Chill young man, soon it’ll be your turn”
What you really here for, tell me what your purpose is
Getting to your goals, life believe I really worked for this
Reasoned with myself, like I really got a lot to give
But how am I gonna get there when I’m meddling where the bottom is
Got sick and tired of keep dipping these sirens
Play wolf in sheep’s clothing and then do realignments
Now we hang it round our necks, we ain’t digging for diamonds
I used to let it ring out like you’re calling on private
Bumping fists to handshakes,
We transitioning
Ghetto living to landscapes
That’s what the vision is
Slang in the streets, switch it up when it’s business
Foreign exchange, certain cheques only speak English
We transitioning, we big boys now
We signing contracts, certain things we avoid now
Raising our children, it’s better we put them toys down
We transitioning, bigger and better goals now
[Swiss:]
Running from nightmares, now I’m chasing my dream
Coz I done seen the devil’s smile in the face of a fiend
Hard times would make a man of God do dangerous things
A young’n risking his freedom for chops, chains and a ring
Small minded
That’s what success is, you make what they see
See I came from holes in my trainers and stains on my jeans
That’s probably the reason I sold drugs ‘til late in my teens
Round about the time my older brother created a team
Took the road hustle mainstream, infiltrated a scene
Dodging feds in my hoodie, wearing suits tailored with seams
Sitting in the kitchen to boardroom tables I mean
Made a transition, shotting eights to laying sixteens
Do the math.
In my thirties, I ain’t tryna relive the youth that I’ve had
Gotta stay focussed on mortgages and pursuing land
For the children coz trust me, I never knew my dad
Just wanna drop these jewels on em, we ain’t tryna brag
Bumping fist to handshakes,
We transitioning
Ghetto living to landscapes
That’s what the vision is
Slang in the streets, switch it up when it’s business
Foreign exchange, certain cheques only speak English
We transitioning, we big boys now
We signing contracts, certain things we avoid now
Raising our children, it’s better we put them toys down
We transitioning, bigger and better goals now
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